"Haha! You son of a bitch, Lao Liu, is not dead yet." Mi Long laughed. He strode over and punched the mysterious man on the chest, looking at this former friend with emotion.
"You little bastard is still alive, how can I die first?"
The man he called Lao Liu smiled handsomely, but his slightly trembling voice could not hide the throbbing in his heart. The scar on his face became more ferocious with his smile.
"How come you're just a captain? How have you been doing, Mi Long, these past few years?" Lao Liu, who looked at Mi Long with his collar badge, said with a smile.
The two of them were like this. When they met in the army, they always liked to compete with each other. Even if they haven't seen each other for so many years, their feelings have not changed at all.
"I'm an extraordinary captain. If you don't believe me, come and have a look at our Sichuan Army." Mi Long opened the stool and sat down.
"It's not that I'm burying you, but who was it that was playing tricks in front of someone's house yesterday?" Lao Liu teased. He poured a glass of wine for Mi Long:
"Ai, I forgot, you drank enough yesterday. How about it? Can you have another drink with your brother?"
Mi Long took the cup nonchalantly: "Look at your little eyes and your uneasy and kind-hearted look. Have you ever seen a Northeastern gentleman who doesn't drink?"
"Haha, let's go!"
"Dry!"
The two Northeasterners, who had not seen each other for a long time, chatted at the top of their lungs while drinking. They told each other about the past few years and used their unique way to remember their former comradeship.
This mysterious man's real name is Zhang Liu, a fellow from the same village as Mi Long, and he joined the Northeast Army together. When they first joined the army, they were still young men in their 20s. Both of them had a fearless character, and they quickly got along with each other.
I remember when I was gambling in the military camp, Mi Long lost ten yuan and five cans of beef to Zhang Liu, but this little kid never cashed in.
But the trajectories of the two people are completely different.
Mi Long stayed in the original army and fought countless defeats with his superiors. He wandered all the way and finally ended up in Zenda in a daze.
But Zhang Liu was transferred to Marshal Zhang's personal guard because of his strong combat ability. He has fought many battles, large and small, and has rich combat experience. Logically speaking, he should have a bright future.
Until Marshal Zhang was killed by the Japanese, he looked down on the actions of a prodigal son, angrily left the Northeast Army, and wandered around outside.
In order to survive, he went up to the mountains and became a beard. Relying on the skills he learned in the army, he was able to prosper on the road.
The wound on his face was scratched by his most trusted companion when he was a bandit due to internal strife due to a business deal.
It was so close that the gash would not be on his face but on his neck, but in the end he stabbed his companion in the chest with the knife.
After that incident, Zhang Liu's whole temperament changed drastically. He no longer believed in anyone, walking alone across the country like a lone wolf, struggling desperately to survive in this absurd and dark era.
He worked as a killer and solved some shady things for others. He also worked as an escort and traveled around the world from north to south.
He came to this place because he had to take a escort to Zenda. If Milong was making such a scene on the street yesterday and attracting so many people to watch, he would probably be on his way back today.
He didn't expect to meet the mysterious dragon again in this troubled world. This magical fate made him feel sad. Maybe even he didn't realize that he laughed happily more times today than he had in the past few years combined.
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"You are so lucky. You have a wife and son and you still earn a house for free. Alas, why don't I have such good luck?"
Zhang Liu looked at the red-faced Mi Long and couldn't help but sigh. Hearing him talk about his experiences over the years, he was filled with emotion, but from the bottom of his heart he was still happy for this old friend.
"I have a lucky star, you can't envy me, haha!" Mi Long said proudly, putting down his wine glass.
"Liu, if you ask me to say that your pretty face is more handsome than that little one, don't tell me that you haven't found an old woman in these years."
Zhang Liu took a sip of wine, waved his hands and said casually: "Forget it, I am going to die. Maybe one day I will become a corpse in a smelly ditch."
Zhang Liu seemed to be in a good mood. He hadn’t said as much as he did today in many years:
"Let me tell you an interesting story. Once I was entrusted to kill a bastard, and I passed through a small town in northern Sichuan. At that time, there were no hotels in this small town, only restaurants. I originally wanted to find a room and a hotel The guy said there is a room upstairs, but he has to share it with other tenants because housing is tight."
"I had no choice but to make do with it, but I didn't know there were two beds in the room. The bed on the right was occupied by a middle-aged woman and a sixteen-year-old girl..."
Mi Long also became interested after hearing his words, and asked hurriedly: "What next?"
Zhang Liu took a sip of wine and continued: "I didn't think much about it at the time, so I just decided to sleep one night. But guess what, in the middle of the night, the woman made sure her daughter slept in my bed."
"I'm a hot-blooded man after all. That girl didn't say a word and actually fell asleep next to me. Alas... it's just a good thing to be careless."
Milong's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "What happened next? You wouldn't admit it even after you pulled up your pants, right?"
Zhang Liu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Later I found out that they owed the hotel six dollars a month, and they didn't have a penny around, so they had no choice but to listen to the shopkeeper's arrangement and take this path.
"The next morning, I paid the rent for them, called a wheelbarrow, sent them on their way, and gave them ten yuan. They thanked me again and again, and regarded me as a benefactor. Similar."
Zhang Liu couldn't help but blush when he looked at Charon's somewhat disdainful gaze: "Don't fucking look at me like that. I was carrying several lives on my back at that time. It might not be a good thing for that girl to follow me."
"When we were leaving, the woman secretly gave me a handkerchief. I looked at it secretly and saw that it was a white handkerchief with red blood stains. Of course I understood what it was."
"Milong, you also know that in this era of war, morality is fake. There is really no sense in this bullshit world."
Hearing his talk about the mysterious dragon, he hesitated to speak, but looking at his face full of vicissitudes of life, he could only sigh secretly. He had not been living a good life these years.
"If I can meet that girl again in this life, I will definitely marry her and live a happy life. It's a pity... I'm afraid God won't give me another chance."
Zhang Liu was obviously drunk, but his eyes were still clear, but he didn't know where his future would be.
Mi Long patted him on the shoulder and suddenly said loudly: "Look at you, you look like an old woman. Don't mention those bad things, what are your plans next?"
"What plans do I have? Just take it one step at a time. I'm going to go to the mountain city to try my luck and see if I can do a big job." Zhang Liu said nonchalantly.
"Can you please be more careful and don't make people worry about your hair all day long? How can I see you, you little brat?"
Milong rolled his eyes at him angrily. After thinking for a while, an idea suddenly came to my mind: "Okay, come to our Sichuan Army Corps. It would be a pity that you, a boy with such good skills, can't fight the Japanese. Moreover, my regiment leader is good. This is definitely a leverage in the Northeast." of!"
Zhang Liu's heart moved, and he left the army in anger. On the one hand, he was dissatisfied with the young commander's actions, and on the other hand, he was young and energetic and did not want to be controlled in the army anymore.
But after so many years of wandering outside, he had seen enough of the sufferings of the Chinese people. The helplessness in the face of foreign invasion deeply stimulated his heart. It would be great if this troubled world ended soon.
"What the hell are you still hesitating about? If you keep hanging around like this, you won't be afraid of being hacked to death on the roadside one day. Just listen to me and follow us to fight the Japanese. Damn, the people in Dongsi Province still have Japanese surnames. !" Milong said impatiently.
Zhang Liu was a little hesitant, not because he was afraid of going to war, but because he was worried that this regiment leader would be like the previous officers who only talked and talked. In a real war, he could run faster than anyone else, and he would not feel any burden at all when he defrauded his own people.
As if seeing Zhang Liu's worry, Mi Long said nonchalantly: "Why are you so embarrassed? You still can't trust me? It's not like you don't know my temper. How many people did I serve under Xiao Liuzi? But our leader is definitely one of them! You are right to listen to me, and you will follow me from now on."
It's true that he understands Milong's character better than anyone else. After hearing what he said, I guess that the group leader is really extraordinary.
However, he still habitually retorted: "Why should I follow you? You are not my father."
"Damn it! You are my father, you are a loser!"
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